Lord, Make Me A Blessing To Someone

Writing Is A Way Of Processing Our Lives. And It Can Be A Way Of Healing.

I Made Real Sacrifices And Took Big Risks. But Living, It Seems To Me, Is Largely About Risk.

I Remember The First Time I Held My Book, My First Book In My Hands. I Cannot Tell You How It Moved Me.

Cynthia Came In Quietly And Set A Cup Of Tea Before Him. He Kissed Her Hand, Inexpressibly Grateful, And She Went Back Into The Kitchen. When We View The Little Things With Thanksgiving, Even They Become Big Things.

I Live In A Village Where People Still Care About Each Other, Largely.